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PAST & MY FACE
by Chelsea Dillaha


PAST

​When I was three
my dad had to leave
because he was
an addict
and still I rise
 
I was sexually assaulted
as a child
as a teenager
and still I rise
 
I was kicked out of school
in the fifth grade
for bringing paraphernalia
and still I rise
 
I drank alcohol
did drugs
at a young age
and still I rise
 
I was kicked out
and ran away
from home often
and still I rise
 
I was in the system
going in and out of juvenile hall
and still I rise
 
I suffered
abusive relationships
and still I rise
 
I dropped out
high school
freshman year
and still I rise
 
I came back
to high school
close to graduating
and still I rise
 
After five years dating
my current boyfriend
we had a son
he’s four now
and still I rise
 
I’m gonna continue
to be successful
build a strong family
we all will rise


       MY FACE
​
My face is reckless
unable to hide expression
smooth and rigid
freckled and scarred
some see it as art
others do not
lines and creases
make you wander
to the green and yellow
of my eyes
the sun sets
kisses my skin
I’m expressionless
again
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